It remains to be seen.

As she ran towards the crowded market, she passed a stack of small wooden crates filled with oranges, and pulled the topmost crate over. As it fell, it brought the three other beneath it over as well, and the bright orange fruit spilled all over the cobblestone street behind her as she ran past. Nils saw what she’d done in an attempt to slow her pursuer, and several unlucky people slipped and fell to the street, exclaiming torrents of choice blasphemies as they hit the street.

Miss Foxworth’s improvised obstacle did not however, slow the tall figure following her at a slow jog. As he ran the large slouch hat he was wearing was knocked form his head, and he paused for a brief moment, as if to retrieve it, but turned and continued after his prey. His eyes followed the woman as she weaved in between the farmers stalls, the tall man getting closer all the time, and Nils still too far behind to be of any help at all.

Suddenly the young lady veered between two stalls, pulled open the door to a large run-down boarding house, and rushed inside, slamming the door behind her. The door bounced back open, such was the **** of her action. The tall man had slowed somewhat, and Nils now saw the he had shaggy black hair, with a long narrow nose and an eye patch over his left eye. As he pushed open the door, a gap in the throng of peasants and farmers appeared, and Nils sprinted to the door, stepping inside just seconds after the sinister figure.

When he entered, he saw the tall thin man struggling with Miss Foxworth, trying to tear her small purse from her hand, while simultaneously groping her firm, ripe tits, so magnificently displayed in the low cut silk dress. “Give me what is mine, girl!” the fiend yelled. She released her purse with one hand and clawed at his face.

“Let the lady go.” Nils said loudly, unsure if he was making the right decision. Miss Foxworth’s attacker did not look like someone to take lightly.

The two struggling figure turned and looked towards Nils, and Constance Foxworth smiled. The tall man then pull her close, and stepping behind her wrapped his arm tightly around her neck.

“Who might you be?” The man asked, his single eye burning with hate.

“I don’t see how that matters, let her go, and we can all leave friends, right?” Nils slipped a dagger from his belt, and held it limply at his side.

“Friend, eh?” The man answered as he pulled a pistol from his belt and placed it against Miss Foxworth’s temple. She cried out as he did, but did not cry . “Friends don’t pull knifes, do they? Anyway, I can kill her now, and take what I want. You can’t stop me,” he said as his mouth screwed up in a leering smile. “And you’ll be dead before you can do anything about it. So I’m giving you a chance to step out, and go away. Unless you think you have the wherewithal to kill me and save the girl, here,” the man said as he tightened his arm around Constance Foxworth’s throat.